Sunday, June 15, 2008

Father's Day

So I wanted to post this before I left for work today, but didn't have the time, unfortunately, because I take after a great man, and enjoy my sleep.

That being said.

A father's day tribute.

My dad and I haven't always seen eye to eye on things in the past. In fact, very rarely, do we agree on much.

We share a similar sense of humor, but would never admit it.

I could only wish to match wits with that man.

The older I'm getting, the more I see my dad in how I look. People used to always tell me I look like my mom. More and more I hear I look like my dad.

How many people can support (or even feign support) when your child tells you they don't want to go to college? Though that changed, both my parents have been nothing but supportive through the almost three year break I took between high school and college.

Seriously, he's just plain witty. There's no way around it.

I do dress better, but I'll give credit where credit is due. My mom picks out some nice clothes for him.

He's even learning to assemble them into outfits now, and mixing and matching.

After almost 9 years in the same hobby (4H), again, nothing but support when I decided to quit halfway through a project to pursue another hobby I've always loved - theatre.

Who else could see me dressed up as a nun, and hardly utter a word (it may have had something to do with the fact we were all dressed as nuns)?

The older I get, the more I appreciate each of my parents, but my dad is a very special person to me. He's helped me make a lot of decisions, and helped me grow into someone I hope he's proud of. Though I've made some bad (and just plain stupid) decisions in the past, he's still been there to share with me the good ones, too.

I know he's not always understood the changes I've gone through, or how different I am than he was at my age, but he's let it go, very quietly.

Dad, I know you have a blog account, and I'm sure you read these, and I do hope you read this. I know I don't tell you enough, but I truly appreciate all you've done for me. You were my financial backer through all those 4H years, and I know that couldn't have been easy. You've watched me be rather idle these past few years, as far as my schooling goes, and just encouraged me, anyway. You couldn't have been more supportive in high school when I came to you, and told you I wanted to be a manager at work, and you understood how I was so completely bored in my job.

You helped me move to Canada.

I came to you late Christmas Eve, and told you I wanted to drop out of college. You understood, and helped me move back to the States.

You helped me move to Indianapolis.

You're again, helping me move back to your house.

I strive to be like you, because I know I probably never will be quite as successful.